Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.